when you wake up the morning after a drunken night out, there is a moment of blissful serenity, before you realize via shocking flashbacks things you may have said or done. i take comfort in the fact that, while i think i may have said something very wrong to Short-But-Fun. but when i try to remember our exact conversation - my end of it just sounds like a car horn blowing loudly. we can only hope.
Saturday, March 08, 2003
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